Date Night - Part 10

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It's a lovely hotel room. Better than lovely, really. It's beautiful. The bathroom is spacious with marble flooring and counters. The shower is elegant and modern and features three different sources of water along with a bench to sit on if you need a break, or perhaps if you're in the mood to fuck your beautiful wife in the shower.

There's a balcony with a beautiful view of the forest that surrounds the four star hotel where you'll be spending the weekend. There's a desk, a massive television, and a bed that proves to be among the most comfortable you've ever laid on.

You're on your back in that bed when a knock draws your attention. You stand and stare at the door that leads to the room next to yours. The room that your wife is currently in. The room that she and her boyfriend are currently in.

It's Saturday. Tonight is date night. It's evolved, obviously. It's evolved immensely, in fact. For years it was you and your wife going out to dinner, to the movies, miniature golfing, etc. Then, one night, she flirted with another man while you watched. That quickly became her fucking other men while you watched. That became her dating another man, which you sometimes watched, though other times you remained at home while your wife enjoyed date night with Eric, the man she's been seeing for months now.

She and Eric have the room next to yours. You have one of the few sets of rooms in the hotel that are adjoining. You unlock the door on your side and your wife unlocks the door on her side and just like that your two rooms have become one.

Your wife looks radiantly beautiful in a soft white turtleneck and a pair of tight jeans with knee high black leather boots. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she greets you with a bright smile before stepping into your arms for a quick hug as Eric hoists her suitcase onto a rack and unzips it.

"Aren't these rooms beautiful?" she asks.

You nod before she kisses you softly.

"Didn't Eric do an amazing job picking the hotel?"

"He did," you say as Eric glances at you and smiles.

The trip was Eric's idea. He picked the hotel. He booked the rooms. He paid. He offered to drive up, but your wife insisted that you do the driving while she and Eric sat in the backseat. It turned out to be far more exciting than you'd imagined. There was conversation, but there was also quite a bit of fooling around between your wife and her boyfriend. They kissed and there seemed to be lots of heavy petting, too, though they stopped short of disrobing and working to make each other cum.

Your wife gives you another quick kiss on the cheek and then steps back and turns to her boyfriend. He smiles and she steps into his arms. They share a long, deep kiss and you watch from the doorway as his hands move down her back and grasp her ass as she stands on her toes and moans. As the kiss goes on, his hands slip under her jeans and grasp her bare ass, eliciting a louder moan into his mouth.

Your wife steps back and strokes Eric's cock through his jeans. She looks up at him and you see her smile. "You're so hard for me," she says.

"Yes, I am. It never takes much to get me hard for you," he replies. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen...and you kiss like a goddess."

She bites her lower lip, looks over her shoulder at you, and unzips Eric's pants. She holds your gaze while freeing his cock and you can't help but look down to see her fingers wrap around the thick shaft.

When you look up your wife has turned her attention back to Eric. "I'd really like to have you in my mouth. You wouldn't mind if my husband watches, would you?"

Eric smiles. "Not at all."

She unbuckles his belt and removes his pants. He kicks his shoes and jeans off and his underwear follow, leaving him naked from the waist down. You note how large his thighs are - he must work out religiously - and of course it's impossible not to notice that his cock is quite a bit bigger than yours.

Your wife keeps her clothes on as she guides Eric to the couch in their room. She kisses him while stroking his stiff dick and then gently pushes on his chest, urging him to sit. He does so and she looks at you, smiles, and gestures to the desk chair before falling to her knees in front of her boyfriend.

You enter the room and drop into the desk chair. You watch your wife take her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. She looks up at him while sucking the bulbous head and he reaches out and runs his fingers through her hair. She moans like his touch brings her genuine pleasure and then strokes his cock slowly while working the head with her lips and tongue.

"Fuck...that feels amazing," he says.

You're hard. You haven't touched your cock, but you're hard. You haven't cum in nearly a week - your wife thought you'd enjoy the weekend more if you were a little bit desperate for an orgasm - and that pent up desire makes the show unfolding in front of you so much hotter.

You're not sure why, but it's sexier that your wife is still dressed. She looks astoundingly hot - she put in a great deal of effort getting ready - and the turtleneck fits in a manner that enhances her breasts quite nicely. She looks good enough that your eyes keep wandering over her body as she sucks his cock from her knees.

The sounds of a blowjob fill the hotel room. The sucking. The stroking. The increased wetness as she leaves more of her saliva on his shaft to help her hand move with ease.

Your dick is harder now. Much harder. So hard that it hurts. You could unzip. You could free your cock. You could masturbate while your wife fellates her boyfriend. You choose not to, though. You want to feel the arousal. You want to feel the pleasure of simply witnessing her eagerness to make Eric cum.

When his moans get louder and his breathing deeper, your wife lets his cock head depart her mouth and she strokes it while kissing her way down the shaft. She takes his balls in her hand and encircles one in her soft, warm, wet lips. He groans as she sucks on the testicle that will soon jettison a load of cum into her mouth. She moans for him, making it seem as though having his balls in her mouth is the hottest thing in the world.

"Fuck," he says, seemingly unable to muster another word, so deep is the pleasure he's experiencing in this moment.

Your wife takes the plump head of his cock in her mouth once more and sucks with great vigor. He's close to cumming now and she clearly intends on having him do so in her mouth.

You stroke your cock through your jeans. You have no intention of climaxing, but it makes watching a little more arousing. She looks up at him while stroking and sucking his dick. She wants his load in her mouth. She's making that perfectly clear.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Eric says.

He grunts and groans and your wife seals her lips around the head of his cock, catching everything her boyfriend has to offer. You sit in the desk chair and marvel at the intensely erotic sight unfolding in front of you. This is far from the first time you've watched your wife receive another man's cum in her mouth and it remains a hugely arousing treat.

When he's done, she pulls off his cock and swallows his cum. He looks down at her and smiles like a man that's just received life's greatest pleasure.

"You're amazing," he says.

She smiles, kisses the head of his cock, and replies, "So are you. Thank you for planning this little trip, and thank you for booking such a beautiful hotel room for us."

He's a very happy man, and so are you. Your dick is still hard. Your underwear are wet with precum. Your balls are tingling with delight. You just watched your wife suck off another man and you're amazed at how thrilling it was.

She stands, turns towards you, and in just a few steps is standing right in front of you.

"Did you enjoy watching?" she asks.

You look up at your beautiful wife and nod. "Yes."

She smiles. "Would you like a kiss?"

You want a kiss. You do. You've always enjoyed kissing her after she sucks another man's cock. You're not sure why. You just know it turns you on. It's a little embarrassing to want it so badly with Eric in the room, but you're too turned on to care much about embarrassment.

"Yes, I want a kiss."

She leans down, rests one hand on your knee and the other on your cock, and kisses you. Her tongue slips into your mouth. You taste a hint of his cum. You're not sure, but you might taste a hint of his cock, too. Whatever it is, it turns you on, as does your wife's gentle stroking of your dick through your jeans.

"You're an incredible kisser," you say.

"I know," she replies with a smile. "There's more where that came from, too. Don't you worry. I'm going to take care of you this weekend."

You enjoy another kiss. This one features her tongue moving deeper into your mouth. You taste his cum again. It's kinky. It's naughty. It's hugely arousing. There's something so hot about it. Your dick is hard as a rock and every bit of pleasure she offers deepens your love and appreciation for your wife.

She stands, turns to her boyfriend, and says, "How about we all go for a hike and then take a dip in the pool?"

He smiles, gets up, and approaches her with his cock swinging back and forth. They share a quick kiss and then he walks past your wife and towards his suitcase.

"Change into your hiking clothes, sweetie," she says to you. "We'll meet you in the hallway."

You get up and head for your room. Your wife closes the door behind you and you hear it lock. You take a moment and smile. You like that she's going to spend the weekend in her boyfriend's room and that you'll be alone in the room next door. Something about it thrills you in ways you don't entirely comprehend. You like that, though.

You change into your hiking clothes, which really just means putting on a shirt that's a little less formal. You listen until you hear their door open and then step into the hallway. Your wife is dressed in a pair of leggings, a sports bra, and a zip up hoodie. Her stomach looks taut and sexy and her legs and ass are otherworldly in the leggings.

She smiles at you and then takes Eric's hand. They walk towards the elevators and you follow. You feel a little like a third wheel, but there's something oddly appealing about that.

They step into the elevator and you follow. She presses the button for the lobby and he spins her around, wraps his arms around her, and pulls her close, his crotch pressing into her ass.

She looks over her shoulder and they share a long, lingering kiss as the elevator lurches to life. You watch their tongues mingle as your loins come to life once more.

The elevator reaches the lobby and your wife and her boyfriend walk out ahead of you. The three of you make your way through the hotel's lush grounds before stopping at the trail map at the edge of the forest.

Ultimately, you choose the trail that leads to a waterfall. You embark on the journey together and it proves to be a hugely pleasant way to spend part of an afternoon.

You feel like the third wheel - in a good way, though - for a while, but ultimately you spend the next few hours as a happy trio. You all talk. You share stories of the first jobs you had, the worst dates you've ever been on, the worst bosses you've ever had, the class you enjoyed most in college, and so much more. You have a genuinely good time and by the time you reach the waterfall you have a newfound appreciation for why your wife wanted her relationship with Eric to be more than just hook ups.

You take a picture of them in front of the waterfall. Your loins stir as you look at your wife and her boyfriend on her phone screen. He has his arm around her and she's resting a hand on his stomach. They're both smiling brightly.

She asks you to take another picture and then they kiss. You snap a few shots of their lips pressed together. They seem like a couple. Like a real couple. You're turned on, though there's also a part of you that's awash in anxiety. It's an odd experience, though it's also not unwelcome.

Eventually your wife beckons you closer and asks Eric to take a picture of the two of you. He does so happily and your wife kisses you on the cheek as you smile for the camera.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too," you reply.

A stranger comes along and your wife asks her to take a picture of the three of you. She stands between you and Eric and you both put an arm around her. It's a strange experience, and yet you feel a kind of happiness that leaves you warm inside in the best way possible.

After the pictures, you hike back to the hotel and change into your swimsuits. Your wife's body looks lithe and lovely in a bikini and Eric looks strong and fit, so much so that you're a little embarrassed to not be in better shape.

You all jump in the pool together. You swim and play and chat and they flirt and touch in the way couples do. They share a few kisses and you see his arm move under the water and imagine he's touching her body in a manner she thoroughly enjoys.

"Want to join us in the hot tub?" your wife asks after a good swim.

You shake your head. "I'm okay."

She smiles and gets out of the pool after Eric. You stare at her ass and her lovely long legs as they approach the hot tub and slip into the bubbly water together. She cuddles up next to him and he puts his arm around her. They share a tender kiss and she rests her head against his body, smiles, and closes her eyes.

You get out of the pool, dry off, and settle onto a lounge chair. You have your phone in one hand and you're ready to peruse your social media feed to distract yourself, but instead you can't help but watch your wife and her boyfriend.

You like that they look like a couple. He makes her laugh and she does the same for him. They talk. They kiss. They touch each other. They kiss deeply enough to inspire a few moments of intense arousal before letting it settle so they don't cross over into doing something untoward in a public hot tub.

Eventually, they depart the hot tub. For a moment Eric's swimsuit clings to his crotch and you see that he's nursing a partial erection, which might be why they've gotten out.

"We're going to the room," your wife says as she picks up her towel and hastily dries her body. "You can listen."

She and Eric leave the pool area. You wait behind for a few minutes. You think of them kissing as they ride the elevator to your floor. You think of his hand in her bikini top and her fingers caressing his cock through his swimsuit.

You think of them stumbling into their hotel room as they kiss and undress each other. You think of him picking her up and laying her in the bed. You think of him kissing his way up her body - and spending some time between her legs, as he often does with what she says is an exceptionally skilled tongue - and then working his way over her stomach to kiss and lick her breasts as she reaches down to guide his cock inside her.

It's that thought that lures you out of your lounge chair. You gather your stuff and head for the elevators. Thoughts of your wife and her boyfriend fucking filling your head as you press the button for your floor and watch the doors close.

You think of your wife on her back in the hotel bed. You think of her legs spread wide for her boyfriend. You think of her arms wrapped around him as he slides in and out of her pussy.

You hold the towel over your crotch as you depart the elevator. You're nursing half an erection and you'd rather that remain a secret should you pass anyone in the hallway.

As you near the door, the sounds of sex are unmistakable. Your wife is getting fucked. You'd love to watch, but she was clear. This time, you get to listen from your room. You don't have a key to their room anyway, so even if you wanted to ignore her request and barge in to watch them, it wouldn't be possible.

You let yourself into your room. You toss the towel on the bathroom floor and strip out of your swimsuit and t-shirt. You open one of the two doors that adjoin your rooms. The other is closed and locked, but the sounds of sex are louder when there's only one door for them to travel through.

"Fuck me, Eric," your wife says.

You stand at the door with your stiff dick in your hand. You stroke slowly and listen to their moans. You hear his body slamming into hers with every thrust. You hear her beautiful groans and his deep grunts. You hear them fucking with wild abandon. You hear their unreserved desire for each other and it's a thing of pure beauty.

It feels strange to stand there like an audio voyeur, so you grab the desk chair and wheel it over. You sit and stroke your stiff cock and listen as your wife enjoys the pleasures of having her boyfriend's cock inside her.

"You feel so good inside me!" she cries out. "Fuck...Eric...you feel so good inside me!"

He says something, though he's not nearly loud enough for you to hear it. You fill in the blanks though, and imagine him declaring that your wife's married pussy feels utterly perfect around his cock, that he's never enjoyed sex quite as much as he enjoys it with her.

The fucking gets more insistent. Louder. Faster. Harder. The bed is squeaking a bit now. If someone walks by, they'll absolutely hear your wife and her boyfriend having sex. You imagine someone doing so and perhaps smiling, or perhaps feeling a touch jealous that they're not having the same kind of wondrously pleasurable sex.

"I'm cumming!" your wife cries out.

You close your eyes and smile. It's the first orgasm she's had that day and the sound of her voice makes it seem as though it's truly exceptional.

Eric grunts and groans. He's cumming too. In the room next to yours your wife and her boyfriend are cumming together, the result of their exceptional, eager, insistent fucking.

For a while there is silence. You imagine them in the bed. He's still inside her. Her legs are wrapped around him. They're kissing. They're sharing pillow talk. He makes her laugh. She does the same. He tells her that no one has made him feel as good as she does. In your mind, she tells him the same thing and it thrills you to the point that your dick throbs in your hand.

Then you hear footsteps. The door unlocks. You try and move away - you don't want it to seem like you were sitting at the door listening - but a moment later your wife's naked body is standing in the doorway.

She flashes a delighted smile - it seems that she likes that you were listening so intently - and then steps into the room and closes the door behind her.

Something falls from her pussy. You look down and see a glob of thick white liquid on the carpet between her feet. It takes a moment to register that Eric has cum inside her.

"Wait...did you...did he..."

She steps closer and straddles you. A moment later you're inside her. She sinks down on your cock. She's looser than usual. Wetter and hotter, too. She's filled with another man's cum, though, so that makes perfect sense.

"Does it feel good?"

You nod. It feels spectacular.

She lifts her hips and sinks back down onto you. Her lips find yours for a deep kiss.

"I wanted him to cum inside me," she says. "I asked him to get tested. He came back clean. I'm the only woman he fucks...so I invited him to fuck me unprotected, to cum in me, to cum in me all weekend."

Your body is awash in pleasure. It's because another man came in your wife. It's because your cock is now soaked in his cum. It's because that's so fucking kinky and strange and sexy.

You grab her ass and squeeze it hard. You help her ride your dick. She moans and bounces a little faster on your stiffness.

"Do you want to cum in me?" she asks.

"Yes."

Her tongue invades your mouth. The sex sounds wet and sloppy and you can feel some of him leaking out and onto you. It only makes fucking her hotter, though.

"Did he make you cum hard?" you ask.

"So fucking hard," she replies.

"Harder than I make you cum?"

She smiles. She knows what you want to hear. What you love to hear. "Yes, he made me cum so much harder than you do."

She throws her head back and moans. She leans in and you take one of her nipples in your mouth. You suck and flick your tongue back and forth over it.

"He fucks me better than you do, baby," she says. "My boyfriend fucks me better than you do!"

You cum in your wife. You grunt and groan loudly and wildly with her perfect breasts in your face and her fingers running slowly through your hair.

"Wow," is all you can say.

"I know," she replies.

You kiss. It's a long, slow, deep kiss. It's beautiful. It's connected. It's downright romantic.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too," she says.

You stay like that for a few minutes. Kissing. Whispering to each other. Enjoying the aftermath of a great orgasm.

Then she lifts her hips and cum pours out of her and onto your cock, balls, thighs, and the floor between your legs. She laughs at the mess and then takes your hand and pulls you towards the bathroom.

"Let's get cleaned up," she says. "Then Eric's going to take me to dinner. It's date night, after all."

You shower with your wife. It's slow and romantic. There's kissing and touching. You play with her pussy a little and she moans from the pleasure of it. You consider going down on her but the notion of tasting a mixture of cum is a bit off putting. You wonder if it would seem more exciting if you hadn't just cum. You suspect it would.

Eventually, you're both clean. She dries off, gives you another deep kiss, and then tells you that they'd both like you to join them for dinner, that they'd love it if you sat across from them at the restaurant, that it would actually turn her on if her husband was there while she and her boyfriend had a meal.

She kisses you once more and then steps into their room to get ready. She didn't demand that you go to dinner with them, but you're going to do it. How could you turn it down?

You get ready. You imagine the thrill of sitting across from them as they enjoy a romantic dinner. You imagine the touching, the kissing, the connection. It's a perfect way to start date night and you're quite certain that there will be more sexual pleasure to follow, a notion that you're thoroughly excited about.